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Thursday, February 26, 2015

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For whatever reason, Mr. S has not responded to the one and only text I sent him on Monday, a simple, "Hi Handsome". So....guess he didn't enjoy me as much as I enjoyed him. Or whatever. So unfortunately, the search for my F replacement begins anew. I'm always juggling half a dozen new hotties, waiting to find "the one" who will be my new FWB. I hate one-night stands (or lately, Wednesday stands LOL) and the last 3 turned out to be exactly that. There are three that I've kept on the back burner, stringing them along cuz I'm only "eh" on them. I don't know how to let anyone know I'm not interested after getting their hopes up so I ghost back myself, or tell them, "hey, just busy" and honestly, for the most part, I've learned these guys chicken out most of the time anyways. They just want to jerk off to pics of me and as flattering as that is, there's plenty of porn out there. You don't need me for that. 

So....back to the land of the plenty hehehehe I looked at all my new messages on my OK Cupid and lo and behold was a hottie I thought could fill the bill. I'll call him Denny. Mmmmm. AND bonus points for him, he lived nearby! (If you think that's odd, let me tell you--most of my messages seem to come from half-way around the world. I'm popular with the Turkish men for some reason.....). I responded to his compliments and told him he was quite a hottie as well. It took off from there, and by yesterday, literally only a half a day of correspondence, I was ready to fuck him. Mmmm. We had exchanged phone numbers and the naughty pics were flying back and forth.

So....Wednesday being my free day, he said he worked at 11:30 am, could he come before work? I said I have boxing, sorry. I can't keep missing it for sex. I know, I know, I can hear you all making fun of me. This was Tuesday evening. Then he said that he would try to get his schedule changed so he could come over at 11:00 am, which I said would be perfect. Or that I was free Friday, no boxing Friday so he could come over as early as 8:00 am!! He said no, Friday wouldn't work.

Well, 8:30 am yesterday, he sends me a text, "Sorry, can't get off work today." I wrote back, "that's fine, I understand! Let's aim for next week!" So I go along my merry way, and go to the gym for boxing. Then I get asked to sub a tennis drill, which goes till 11:30. My cell phone is in my locker from 9-11:30. When I get to it, he's written like 15 texts and had called me 4 times. 

It appears he WAS able to switch his schedule after all.

And he was desperately trying to get ahold of me.

I got to my car, and as it warmed up (it was like 12 degrees yesterday) I read them all. He hadn't left any voicemails, but I knew he wanted to still get together. At this point, I'd been at the gym for 2-1/2 hours. It was creeping close to 11:40 and I knew he needed to be at work now by 1:00. As I sat there contemplating things, he kept calling. I didn't answer. I knew I needed a shower, which included washing my hair (I wash it every other day), and I was starving, so it wasn't the ideal situation. Yes, he was hot.

I texted him an apology, saying I'd had my phone in my locker and just now seeing the messages. He said simply, "what's your address?" I said, "It's not going to work today. I need a shower, I need food". He said again, "what's your address?" He wasn't taking no for an answer. Then he said sweetly, "(my name), you don't need to be all showered up for me. I'm sure you're hot the way you look right now." And maybe to him I DID, but I didn't feel hot like this. I said, "This will be your first impression of me. I want to look and smell good for you. This isn't how I want it to be." Because ladies and gentleman, the truth is, I've met guys and looked my best, and had the best sex of my life, and they STILL ghost me afterwards. My self-esteem can't allow some new 19 year old hottie into my bed the way I looked. 

I guess he didn't agree. 

I was starting to actually feel bullied. 

He actually said this, and I'm quoting him verbatim, "I rearranged my schedule for you. Something's gotta happen."

Yeah. 

I said, "Not today."

Then he said, and again I quote, "well then lose my #...what the fuck".

I never responded.

I was literally shaking reading all this. He thought I owed him because he changed his work schedule at the last minute??

If anything my husband's infidelities have taught me, it's that sometimes, all I have to go on is my gut. That physical sensation that tells me if I'm safe or not safe, if something is or isn't right, when there's a lack of actual proof.

I'm SO glad I listened to it yesterday. He didn't care at all what I wanted or how I felt. How abusive a lover he might've been if my feelings didn't matter one iota???? 

I'm someone's mother. I have value beyond being someone's sex slave. And I didn't even know this guy. I have been very lucky that I've met only sweet, caring and thoughtful guys in the 12 years I've been doing this. This could've gone very badly.

That's the bullet I dodged yesterday.

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Oh, and F deleted his Facebook . 

But maybe he just blocked me, not sure. Cuz if I go into Messenger, it says he's "Online and will receive your messages instantly." 

So wtf????

Has he blocked me? I asked my BFF to go on her FB and search for him and see if she can see his page. She hasn't gotten back to me. But damn I got it bad for that boy. 

Have a great day all you sexy people out there!!!!!

Love,
Anna XO
































































Monday, February 23, 2015

Sex with Mr. S

I did something I've never done before...and that's drive an hour to fuck someone I'd never met before. Mr. S, who I mentioned last post is who I was driving to go see. He's 21, the prettiest green eyes I'd ever seen on a guy, brown hair, pierced ears and a beautiful musical chest tattoo. YUM. 

Mr. S didn't cancel on me, in fact, we texted all evening Tuesday and he confirmed yes, he definitely wanted me to still come Wednesday morning. I had to lie to my boxing coach why I wasn't going to be able to make my lesson (fuck! I HATE missing boxing!!) BUT I was really excited to meet Mr. S. He had come on so strong, and the chemistry was almost as intense as it was with F. I couldn't wait to get naked with him.

He texted me his address, and I put it in my GPS. He lived 63 miles from me, which meant I'd get there in 45 minutes hehehehe I actually left late since I had a hard time deciding what to wear.

I got to his city and exited the freeway and pulled over to a fast food parking lot cuz he'd written, "my roommate is still here. Can you wait a little bit?" I ended up waiting about 20 minutes, which was fine. It gave me a chance to take a breath and answer all my texts and emails (which I'd been neglecting--driving). Then he gave me the green light and said, "Get that sexy ass of your here ASAP!" so that's what I did!

I got to his house, a cute three-bedroom in the city that he shared with two guy roommates. The entryway was strewn with old, unread newspapers still wrapped in plastic bags and at least ten pairs of shoes thrown everywhere. He then came to the door and greeted me and kissed me. It was nice, but not magnetic like F who wouldn't STOP kissing me. He led me through the living room to the stairway, which was the cliche bachelor pad. It cracked me up. To the left was the leftover beer pong game complete with red Solo cups everywhere. To the right was the big screen TV with the Guitar Hero drum set right in front of it and clothes everywhere. I couldn't see the carpet.  I followed him through the kitchen, which continued the cliche with a sink full of dishes (as well as on the countertops) and to the stairway which had no railing to hold onto. I was in boots with a small heel so I was fine. 

His room was at the top of the stairs to the right, and it took was young male cliche. It was so fun though. I felt so naughty just being in his house. I followed him into his bedroom and he'd made his bed so that was cute! We chatted while we walked through the house and up to his room, I was teasing him about his "bachelor pad" and we giggled and finally we were in his room. I took off my coat and scarf (winter here) and put my purse down and took off my boots. He came up to me and helped me take off my top and started kissing me. It was sensual and so sexy. I had worn a burgundy velvet minidress with a plunging neckline over black leggings. Underneath I wore a new bra/panty set, pretty lacy white on grey. I had never worn it before so it was just for him.

I personally think it's sexier to keep some clothing on and work around it, so I didn't want to just strip right away, but he held me close and worked the clasp on my bra. He had a little trouble with it which was totally sexy. It meant he had to hold me close longer and I loved just our skin touching and getting really close enough to smell him. I'm a big scent person and he smelled manly and delicious without being over the top.

I told him, 'mmmmm you smell good" and he answered, "so do YOU!" He slid my bra off, tossed it to the floor and proceeded to lick and suck my nipples in delight. I loved it.
He made his way up to my neck and that's when I really melted in his arms.

He was gentle in his movements and I loved that. It felt reassuringly safe and made me want him more. I couldn't wait to get my leggings off and they came off next. He was just in his skivvies and it was fun seeing his big hard dick trying to get out. I wanted it in my mouth so badly. But he wanted me more.

As he pulled off my leggings, he next slid his fingers under my panties and spread my legs apart. He buried his head in my pussy and gave me a good sucking. He stopped, pulled his head back for a moment and said, "Mmm you didn't tell me about your clit piercing!" I said, "I was saving that for a surprise!" He giggled and went back to pleasing me. My back arched. I grabbed a handful of that gorgeous hair and held on for the ride. I didn't come but I wanted to to suck that dick first.

So guess what I did next??

I pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of them. I had him lay on his back so I could sit on my knees and admire his body. He was the perfect size in every way--not tall so I knew we'd fit perfectly together. Mmmmm. I just drank up the beautiful, naked man laying in front of me. He stared at me intently while I licked him from the balls up. Mmmm he was delicious. I don't know why but I just love a man's balls. I love to lick them (as long as they're hairless!!) I go all around them and suck on them and make my way up and down the shaft of his penis and back again, sucking and licking till he almost came. He held my head in his hands and moaned the whole time. I could've spent all day down there.

I stopped when I knew he was almost ready to climax, and smiled up at him and licked my lips in anticipation. I climbed on top of him, and as I eased that huge dick into my vagina I kissed him. Nothing makes me wetter than deep, slow, juicy kisses. He wasn't that big into kissing and I instantly thought of F who loved them as much as me. I hated comparing them but they look so much alike it's uncanny. Without even using any lube, I eased his dick inside me. It took a little tugging, and he held onto my hips and said, "Mmmm, tight pussy." His was probably the biggest girth of any dick I'd ever had. I loved it. It did feel so tight. Like our bodies were locked together like the way dragonflies fuck in the air. 

I fucked him like he'd never been fucked I'm sure. I'm no cold fish. I don't just lie there. I move my body and I could tell he was surprised and loved it. He had his hands on my hips and moved with my body and we rocked and fucked and I nibbled his neck and his nipples and chest and tummy. Then he slowed me to a stop, smiling at me and said, "give me a sec" which I realized was him slowing himself down so he wouldn't come. After that disastrous romp with Tinder guy last week I was very impressed!

After a few seconds, he had me pull out and asked me to get on all fours. Mmmm. He'd texted me this moment in explicit detail--how he was going to pound me from behind and shoot his load into me. That's exactly what he did. He kissed my back and held me while he fucked me doggy-style, which I thought was sweet and loving. He came so hard and I loved hearing him call out in ecstasy as he came. I had my hands wrapped around his pillow and my face to the side and after he came he laid his head on my face for a few minutes. It was warm and sexy.

We broke apart, and he had a roll of paper towels on his bedside I hadn't noticed before and he took a few off and handed them to me and did the same for himself. Of course they were rougher than I'd have liked to use but I giggled and said, "Convenient! You keep them there for all your girls?" and I think I embarrassed him cuz I think he hasn't gotten laid in a while and it's for all his masturbating. I still thought it was hot.

After we cleaned up, he laid down again and pulled the covers over him and turned on his TV. He asked me what should we watch? I was so turned on and needed to come so badly still, I took his hand off the remote and put it on my wet, pulsating pussy. He seemed surprised and didn't know what to make of it, and touched me a little but I could tell his was "done" so I faked a small orgasm to let him off the hook and took his hand off. We laid there and chatted for about 20 minutes then I wanted to leave and not overstay my welcome.

We chatted about his job and dreams and all, it was nice but I didn't feel connected to him at all. I really thought, "I'll never see him again" and realized I didn't care either way. It was fun, the sex was good, but not mind-blowing. I did think, "mmm, I'd like another chance with him" but eh, we'd see. He is an hour's drive away.

We kissed goodbye and I left. It was definitely anti-climatic!! I was so wet and turned on the whole drive home and as soon as I got home I stripped my clothes off and masturbated. Damn I needed that! I had been texting my hubby off and on and he said he was so turned on he couldn't pay attention at work and was coming home early! I told him I needed to be finished off. He said he couldn't wait.

And he did. Mmmmmm two guys in one day. 

Awesome.
























































































Monday, February 16, 2015

Feast or famine...and it's feasting time


Hello dear readers! Hope all you sexy mutherfuckers had a great Valentine's Day!!! From what I've read on my Twitter feed, it looks like there was quite a bit of fucking going on. Naughty naughty!!!

I myself had a new hottie over last Wednesday, a cute guy I met him Tinder. Brown hair, brown eyes, just my type. He came to my door and he was actually a little heavy, but I thought, eh, I'm a little chubby these days so WTF. He was 25 years old. Barely a little more than half my age. He was at the same college where I take my writing class which is only 5 min away. He had said his class ended at noon and he'd come right over after.

I always get so nervous with someone new and since I'd poured out all the vodka in the house after discovering my daughter had been pilfering it, I didn't have any to calm my nerves. I did find an unopened "Kinky" vodka, which was pink and a mix of mango and other juices, not really what I wanted but oh well what the hell. I opened it up and poured some into a rocks glass and started sipping. By 12:15 I was getting loaded (I hadn't eaten..too nervous) and not a peep from him. I turned on my PA and plugged in my mic and iPhone and started singing to pass the time. I haven't sung since our last band rehearsal and I was happily surprised that my voice was so strong! I belted out to "Without You" by Motley Crue and "Down Boys" by Warrant, two songs I always wanted to do but the band didn't want to do. I just sang them over and over till a text from him finally came. He was on his way. I texted my hubby right away and he was excited for me and told me to "have fun!!"

When he finally arrived, it was like 12:40 and I was lit. Wearing a red negligee (the same one I wore for F) I had been singing and dancing around my living room and was in such a happy mood. He came in, smiling huge, happy to see me. I tried to put him at ease and said, "yay! you're even cuter than your profile picture!" He took off his boots and jacket, and clearly he hadn't done anything like this before. It was cute. He started to undress right there so I took his hands and stopped him. I told him what I had been doing and did he want something to drink? He said "sure" and I told him the story about why I was drinking the girly vodka. I got a sense he really didn't know what to make of me. While we were standing in the kitchen, I just got in his face and gave him a juicy kiss and said, 'Sorry!! Just had to do that!! Hope that was okay!!" and he giggled and said, "Of course!" He was wearing the dorkiest sweatshirt...it said "Wisconsin" on it and had a picture of a mallard duck. I laughed and mentioned how dorky it was but that I love ducks. He giggled.

Within like 5 minutes, I took him by the hand upstairs. He was late, and we only had an hour cuz I had to leave by 1:50 to pick up my daughter from school.  When we got to my room, he undressed quickly and was totally naked and laid down on my bed. He had a huge dick and it was rock hard and he was ready to go. I went down on him first, and he loved it. I worked my way around his dick and balls and he moaned with delight. We had discussed the whole condom thing in texting and he said he was clean; he hadn't been with anyone else for a really long time anyways. (Hard to believe! He was really cute!) I then laid down next to him and he got on top of me and put his dick in me and pulled out after just a couple thrusts. He came on top of me, like 5 seconds after he started. He was so upset. After he cleaned us up, I said, "Here, come lay with me" and he said, "I'm not the cuddling kind" as he put his clothes back on. I was like, "what's wrong?" dummy me didn't really get why that made him so upset. He mumbled something like, "I shouldn't have come here. I have work I need to do for my dad" or something like that. I said kindly, "That was hot. You were so turned on by me you came quickly. Who cares? Let's go for round 2!" But he wasn't interested. He left so quickly my head was spinning.

I texted him right away that I took it as a compliment, etc. and that I would love to see him again. Never heard back.  I don't know what to think. Guess I'd have to be a guy to get it. Maybe someone can explain it to me. 
I'm still obsessed with F and think of him every day. I have checked his Instagram, which he's blocked me from (nice, right??) but I can see it if I Google it. He seems to still be with the ex-gf who cheated on him, but no new pics of her. AND his FB still says he's single. So whatever. I'm really hoping something happens with this new guy to take my mind off him. He's super cute, and I think he's 22, blond and blue-eyed and a snowboarder to boot. I'll call him "K". Totally hot and sexy. And SWEET. We've been writing back and forth for over a week, almost two maybe? I feel more comfortable with him than anyone I've hadn't yet met. We've even sent silly pics to each other. THAT'S how comfortable I am with him. He told me recently he "wasn't ready". He's worth being patient for, and I told him I wanted him and for him to let me know when he's ready but that I was going to see someone else. I can't sit and wait for anyone. What if he's never ready? My heart gets broken so easily. I get my hopes up and get close to someone and then poof, they're gone. I've had this happen too many times.

Oh, and Allen came back into the picture. He texted me a Happy Valentines' day and we've been chatting. He's soooo perfect in every way except he won't go down on me! So I lost interest. But he's patient and maybe I'll tell him sometime that he needs to work on that and that I'll help him. For now, I'm putting him off saying our schedules just aren't working out to get together.

Another new hottie and I have been writing, and he's the spitting image of F, but with tattoos and piercings!!!!! YAY!!!!!! We've been hot and heavy just for a couple days, and as it stands right now, I'm driving to see him Wednesday. He lives an hour away. DAMN!!!!! But where there's a will, there's a way!!! We'll see. I'm used to these guys being all talk. That's what most of them are. When they find out I'm real and really want to get together with them they disappear. I hope this doesn't happen with this guy....I'll call him Mr. S for now.

Feast or famine. It's feasting time right now--- I've got 5 guys writing me and a girl...she's the most persistent of them all and I'm like, back-pedaling cuz I'm not sure that's what I want to pursue.  Since K's not interested I am hoping Mr. S is just what I'm looking for. I need someone to fall for so I can forget F. I've driven by his fire station on my way to work so many times and haven't seen his car even once. All I can do is hope he will think of me and miss me too and text me. I have to move on.

Have a great week you sexy MF's!!!!